So this idea just pooped in my head.. Drabble of senseless ice cream craving seddie fic.. lol.. hope you enjoy the senselessness.. :)

Don't.Own.Anything. Get my drift? :)

Onwards with the story.

I happened to stumble upon this little ice cream parlor when I was going home from the mall. They served the most delicious strawberry ice cream ever! It's so creamy, and it feels like your really eating such fresh strawberries. When I first took a taste of it, gosh! I felt like I was in heaven!

So that became my routine, every Saturday, when I go to the mall, I browse the computer shops and go the parlor and have myself the greatest strawberry ice cream ever!

That strawberry ice cream became my weekly need; I just couldn't stop thinking about it. Its just so... Yum!

I counted the days, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday.

Finally my long awaited Saturday came, as I was finishing browsing the computer shops I headed to my favorite parlor to have myself of the best ice cream ever. But then as I got there, my world came tumbling down! They were out of strawberry ice cream! My strawberry ice cream! I asked the lady at the counter who took the last batch. She pointed to a blond girl on the corner booth.

I gasped as I recognized the blond, thief of my strawberry ice cream, girl. It was none other than the great Samantha "Sam" Puckett. God! Isn't it enough that she insults me on a daily basis and do I need to mention the wedgies I get? But she just had to take my ice cream! My delicious strawberry ice cream! My weekly, weekly need!

I made my way to her and when I was about two steps away from her she saw me.

"Hey Dork, what are you doing here?" She said taking a spoonful of my ice cream.

I sat down in front of her not saying a word just staring intently on her spoon as it made its way to her lips.

"Earth to Mr. Dork of the universe! I asked what you are doing here." She spoke again. I was sensing a slight annoyance in her voice but I still didn't speak. I was just staring at my strawberry ice cream.

Again she took a spoonful and the spoon began the travel to her lips. Hmm, her lips are as pink as the strawberry. What am I thinking? The ice cream must be getting to my head.

But God I want that ice cream! That is my ice cream! My precious ice cream being devoured by Sam.

"You're freaking me out, man! Say something already."

Strawberry Ice cream.

"Maybe some insults will bring you back. Fredward Benson is the biggest dork in the whole world. Scratch that, the whole universe."

She's taking another spoonful.

"You will never grow leg hair!"

Another.

"Carly will never love you!"

Another.

"Argh! Every girl you kiss will puke!"

That's the last spoonful. And it's going travelling to her lips. No! I have to have a taste!

I did something so unexpected; I leaned in and gave Sam a big ol' kiss! Hmm, it tasted better against her lips.

I pulled away. A smirk made its way to my lips. The look on Sam's face was priceless.

I stood up and said, "Sam thanks for the taste." As I was a few steps further, "I guess not every girl I kiss pukes."

The smile never did leave my face, huh; I won against Sam and had a taste of my favorite strawberry ice cream. This is by far my favorite day.

Told you senseless.. lol.. Poop! lol.. Tell this old (not really old) gal what yah think.. :)

-Lysa